DAYLIGHT. Moving over the towers of downtown Gotham… Closing in on an office building… On a large window… Which SHATTERS to reveal—a crass young writer, of the pen name “these are your nuts, sir,” who wishes to sully the respected writer Spageti, yours truly. I suggest you keep your opinion to yourself, sir. As I am most confident of this fact, I would like to inform you that I have linguistically castrated you. These are your nuts, sir. hands a jar
these are your nuts, sir 
Spageti